It is now 16 days until my life is taking quite a major turn. Because that's when I'm getting on a plane and heading for the other side of the planet with no special plan or real agenda. Just some enthusiastic hope and the belief that I'm doing the right thing. On November 10'th, me and two brilliant girls, Elisabet and Ingrid, are kicking off our slalom-skis and strapping on flippers insted. And four days later, we're touching down on the Gold Coast in Australia.
To be able to do this, I have quit my job. Which evidently, according to some sweet people, is an insane thing to do in these times of economical unstability. And maybe this isn't the right time to pack up and drift out into the world to find something 'better'.
M a y b e...
But still I beg to differ.
I just turned 26 a few weeks ago and thought I'd feel the grip of 'sense and responsebility' wrap around me by now. Like an enormous, wet, cold towel so heavy that it's just pinned me down... But I don't :-D Growing up, I always kept thinking that I'd have everything under control and heading in a clear direction with my life by the time I was 22. Well, a little overdue with just that, but hey...I've been alive for 9510 days and had about 959 million heartbeats so far. And I got plenty left of both...Being 26 is n o t a reason for me to worry about being to old to do anything at all.
But of course it still feels terrifying to leave behind a loving family and many wonderful friends back home and not knowing when I'll see them all again. As long as I actually do... and don't get lost in the outback and trip into a snake-pit or something equally exiting. Whatta way to go! I'm almost positive the universe will look after me down there.
Surely I'm doing the right thing? Right? Right!! Thank you, that's what I was rooting for :-)